a disappearing act

The stars were so far away that night- their luminosity dull on the canvas of the night sky. The regular flecks of gold, white and blue had disappeared- I guess a magician had stolen them for his magic show. Not even my favourite globular star cluster was its usual self, almost as if someone had flicked the switch off on its bright persona. And this time, I didn’t try to reach for them; instead, my arm hung limply by my side.